Author's Note: Hey Guys! Boy, this chappy is kinda hard to write. I'm having writer's block a little bit, but a promise is a promise and I will post up a new chapter each night! I hope y'all enjoy the story. And thank you thank you THANK YOU for all your reviews and support! They totally encourage me and I hope to receive more! All you peeps are so kind and polite with your words that I feel honored to be writing stories for you and the Website. Anyways, on with chapter 3!

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Chapter: Merging Reputations and Personalities

            While walking home to her lonely apartment, Serena silently praised herself for remembering to bring her switchblade with her, in case she happened to run into Anthony on the streets.

'If I didn't remember my blade, I would've never been able to scare Anthony away as easily as I did.' She thought to herself, as she shoved her hands into the pockets on her skirt. As she slid her fingers in, she fumbled with an object and pulled it out to discover the lighter that that strange guy had given her.

'I've been through that same alley numerous times now, and I don't ever recall ever seeing him there before. Where did he come from?' she wondered. 'Maybe he's new to the town? Yeah, right! Who the fuck would want to move to this God forsaken hellhole?'

            As she pondered on the many possibilities, Serena finally arrived to the front door of her one bedroom apartment located on the highest floor of the building and slipped the lighter back into her pocket. Her apartment was considered to be the worst room in the building, but the rent was cheap and Serena was never one to be picky about where she lived as long as it wasn't outside in the cold.

            The interior was dingy and furniture was scarce throughout the home. The only pieces she had were a recycled couch, an old pine bookcase with a piece chipped off the top, a 16 inch black and white TV and a queen sized bed that was also the nicest piece of furniture she'd ever owned. She ate on a small fold up card table and cooked with used appliances that she bought from garage sales. But all in all, the apartment suited her needs perfectly for the time being.

            Right when Serena walked through the door to her house, she noticed that she had a message on her answer machine. The flashing number constantly annoyed her, so she immediately pushed the "listen" button:

"Hello, this message is for Serena Tsukino. This is Headmaster Sister Charlotte from Taryn Brothers Catholic School. Miss Tsukino, a student has filed a complaint about some of the actions that you took today, which are quiet serious and need to be discussed tomorrow morning an hour before your classes begin. Please meet me at my office at 7 a.m. sharp to discuss your punishment. Thank you and God bless."

            A loud beeping noise signaled the end of the message and Serena landed on her couch with a loud sigh.

"Great," she said aloud, "Suspension again. God, when will all those pricks get a life? It was probably that Sae bitch that ratted me out. That little goody goody piece of shit. I ought to beat her to a pulp." Serena began to grit her teeth as the anger began to rise through her.

"And that douche bag, Anthony. God, what am I going to do about him? I ain't gonna have his money in a week. I've gotta take a different route across town if I don't want him to be hasslin' me. God knows what he'll do to me if he catches me off guard."

            A tear began to roll down Serena's cheek as she recalled what Anthony did to her best friend. Or at least used to be. That's where it all started. Sniffing back the rest of her unshed tears, Serena got off of the couch and climbed into an icy cold shower. She loved the way the icy pellets smacked against her skin, causing all her heated anger to slowly leave her troubled soul. Sometimes she'd stand in the shower for an hour, just letting the cold drops of water roll of her body.

            As she rinsed out the suds from her golden locks of hair, Serena recalled the look that the mysterious guy gave her as she lighted her cigarette with the lighter her gave her. After she turned of the water and wrapped a towel around her petite figure, Serena grabbed her soiled school uniform and pulled out the lighter. She studied it closely and took great notice to the red rose painted on the side.

'Very beautiful,' she thought as she set the lighter on her nightstand and finished getting ready for bed. 'But why would he give it to me?'

            As Serena crawled into bed, an explanation came to her head.

"That bastard probably thinks I'm some kind of prostitute! Son of a bitch!" she yelled, and with that, she turned off her light and fell asleep thinking of ways she could get even with the bastard and the bitch, Sae.

*The Next Day at School*

            As Darien sped into a parking space at the school parking lot, he couldn't help, but notice all the students gawking at him and the fact that he showed up to school on a motorcycle.

'God, it's like they've never seen an automobile before.' He thought as he made his way to the Administration Office.

                        Before he was able to reach the front desk and nun appeared from the back room and greeted Darien with a warm smile.

"Welcome to Taryn Brothers Catholic School," the nun welcomed cheerfully. "Are you registering for next semester or are you just visiting the campus?"

"Ummm, actually I'm a transfer student from Klodbuck High School." Darien replied taking note of how serious the office staff acted around one another and how each workspace contained at least three holy figures from the bible.

            As soon as Darien had claimed that he was the transfer student, the nun's attitude had taken a complete transformation. She was no longer the bright and cheerful woman from the welcoming committee, but now a mean and unforgiving desk clerk from Hell.

"Oh, I see," she replied while searching thorough Darien's files on the computer. "It says here you were expelled from your last school because you're being accused for murder."

"I'm not being accused, yet." Darien stated coldly. "The case is being looked into about my ex-girlfriend's murder. I just happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time."

"Yes, I see," the nun answered in a non-understanding tone of voice. "Well, we have you enrolled for the drug, alcohol, and violence managing class, which is the finest way to recovery that we can offer you in Tarynsville." She stated rather proudly.

            Darien was growing a passion of loathe for the old women and wanted to get away from the old wench as soon as possible before he would do something that would not look good when being accused for murder.

"Look ma'am," Darien began, "Can I please just have my schedule and be on my way. I'd hate to be late for my first day of school." He finished sarcastically.

"Well, you don't have to be so snooty about it young man," the nun said insulted. "Your classroom number is 106 in the East Wing."

            Darien took the piece of paper from the nun and mumbled, "Thanks for nothing you crazy broad." The nun raised a questioning brow at Darien, but was soon distracted by a pile of papers she had to fill out.

            As Darien walked down the many halls and wings of the campus, he took note at how well dressed the students looked compared to the way he sloppily arranged his uniform. He kept his head down while walking and ran into a blonde haired boy who looked about his age.

"Watch it." Darien barked, prepared for a fight.

            Instead, the blonde haired boy stood amazed at the tall, well built man who stood in front of him and began apologizing profusely.

"I'm terrible sorry sir! Please forgive me! It'll never happen again." The boy said while pleading for mercy. Darien couldn't believe the boy's attitude and how much of a wimp he was acting in public. 'Surely he must be the class geek with an attitude like that.' Darien thought.

"It's alright." Darien replied. "Just don't let it happen again."

"Yes Sir! Whatever you say Sir!" the boy stated as he leaped to his feet. Darien began walking away, until he heard the voice call out to him. "Hey wait!" The boy yelled. "What's your name?" he asked.

Darien groaned. "I don't give out my name."

"Well, my name's Andrew, but my friends call me Andy!" he said cheerfully.

'What friends?' Darien thought as he kept walking with his shoulders hunched over.

A few minutes passed until Andy broke the silence.

"Well?" Andy asked.

"Well what?" Darien asked.

"What's your name?"

"I don't have a name." Darien gruffed.

"Oh come on," Andy persisted. "Everyone has a name."

            Darien paused for a few moments when he finally mumbled something.

"What was that?" Andy asked.

"I said my name was Darien!" he said louder.

"Well, it's nice to meet you Darien." Andy said as he smiled cheerfully at Darien, while Darien continued to stare down at the cobblestone walkway. "Are you new here?" he asked.

"I'm a transfer student." Darien replied.

"So that means you need someone to show you around right?" Andy asked.

"No." Darien stated.

"Why not?"

"Because I like to be alone and I get along with myself better than anyone else." Darien answered.

"Come on Darien. Let me show you around!" Andy persisted. "I can tell you everything you need to know about Tarynsville."

"No."

"Please?"

            Darien realized that Andy wasn't going to leave him alone until he said yes, so he finally decided to give in.

"Really?" Andy asked.

"I said yes, didn't I?" Darien barked.

"Alright! What's your classroom number?"

"Uhhhh," Darien glanced at his schedule and searched for the room number. "Room 106."

"Hey," Andy said excitedly, "That's my classroom too!"

'Great.' Darien thought.

            As Darien sat in his new class next to Andy, he noticed how little the other students talked with each, before the teacher arrived. At his old school, the class would be a zoo and it would take an entire class period to clam everyone down.

"How come nobody is talkin' to each other?" he whispered to Andy.

"Are you kidding?" Andy asked. "This is pretty crazy for this school. Everyone must be talking about the school rebel, Serena Tsukino. She punched a teacher unconscious yesterday, and then threatened a student. Everyone's curious about what her next punishment will be." Andy explained.

"I see." Darien said as he nodded in understanding. 'They think she's got problems, wait 'till they find out about me.' He thought to himself.

            A few minutes later, Sister Julie Ann walked in and the classroom was filled with a deadly silence. Everyone stared in awe at the fist-sized bruise right above Sister Julie Ann's cheekbone. 'Wow,' Darien thought. 'That chick must have a strong arm. She really decked that nun.'

            As Sister Julie Ann took role she showed a sign of fear as she turned her head towards the back row praying that a specific young women was not present. She let out a loud sigh of relief as she saw the empty desk and closed her book. But the relief didn't last much longer because the door was suddenly kicked open, and standing in the doorway, was Miss Bad-Ass, herself. Darien was immediately shocked when he realized that the badass standing in the doorway was the same girl in the alleyway from the night before.

            Serena smiled and nodded to Sister Julie Ann as she passed her and winked at Sae as she passed her desk. Sae immediately cowered lower in her desk and began clutching the cross that hung from her neck.

'That must've been the girl who was threatened yesterday.' Darien thought, judging by the way the girl fearfully sat in her chair.

            As Serena sat down in her chair, she glanced at Darien, and also realized that he was the mysterious guy from the night before. She immediately gave him a cold glare, and then returned her attention to the fear-stricken teacher at the head of the class. A few minutes later, Serena glanced towards Darien, where her eyes met with his. His stare seemed to pierce right through her, and for a moment felt slightly intimidated. Self-consciously, she pulled out a cigarette and lit it with what Darien realized was his lucky lighter. As she exhaled the smoke from her lungs, she grinned widely at Darien, not worrying that the nun would attempt to stop her from smoking in class again.

            Darien soon realized that this supposedly though blonde was challenging him to a mental war. Little did she know, what he was accused of.

            After class, Serena immediately jumped in front of Darien to get out of class first, knowing that he knew damn well what she was challenging him to. Before she was able to leave the classroom, Darien grabbed her shoulder and spun her around, bringing her so close to him that she could feel his warm breath on her neck.

"You think you're the though chick on campus," he stated, "But you have no idea what you're up against."

Their eyes were locked with each other's, until Serena spat in his face and began walking away.

"We'll see about that." She challenged while flipping him off and taking a long drag from her cigarette.

* Well? How was it? I know it was kinda long and it took me a hell of a long time to type it, that I soon forgot what I was writing. My dad has to take my computer in to be fixed, so there won't be any new updates for a while. Sorry. I might completely redo this chappy, unless you like it, then I'll keep it the same. Just let me know. The next chapters will describe the war that will go on between sere and dar, but this was just talking about a little over view. I also added Andy cuz I thought Darien needed a sidekick. But I have big plans for Andy. Hehe. Anyways, email me with your thoughts on this chappy cuz it was really hard to write and if u don't like it, I'll make a different. Thanks! Love y'all bunches!
               -neo crystal angel